Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Get Behind My Cigarette

lighting cigarettes for direction. directing the smoke towards the sky because that is where i ought to fly. suddenly stuck to the ground, my shoes growing roots like a really old tree, pulling me to the core of the world. i feel the fire growing in my belly, not sure what the hell is so funny, but laughing at the random breaths i cant quite reach. tripping on stones and losing myself.. my vision.. my experience, another cigarette to find my way. come with me, you and i.. behind this cigarette.